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I had never seen Mitch so humiliated the whole week after his defeat against the muscled trucker. He was the alpha male of the town but had met his competition and was defeated soundly. It had been six months since and he had hit the gym hard and packed on another five pounds of muscle and added definition. He now weighed about 205. His arms expanded to about 17.25" and he had focused on his traps and widening his back. As for me, I had turned twenty and had been hitting the gym as well. I stood at 6'0 and went from 170 lbs to 180 lbs. I had my fantasies about taking on Mitch but I knew I was too skinny. I had taken a part-time job at the hardware store that Mitch's family owned. I noticed in the back storage building that he had stored some wrestling mats up in the rafters although they had some dust on them I knew Mitch would use them if he had the chance.

One day one of the jocks from the next county over came into the store. I recognized his face from the sports page from a few years back. He was 21 now a did not compete against Mitch in any sports through high school but he obviously was well aware of him. He stood about 5'11 and was just under two hundred pounds. He wore a jacket but if I recall from the newspaper he was built like a brick shithouse. Mitch was helping a customer in lumber as the jock checked him out for awhile but Mitch was too busy to notice. The jock left but I knew he would be back. Sure enough a few days later he came back in the store. Mitch was stocking paint and the jock honed right in on him and gradually made his way towards the paint department.

Mitch remained preoccupied with paint until the jock entered the aisle across from paint and started to take his jacket off. The jock wore a tight tee that hardly concealed his muscled body. His pecs were massive and he flexed ‘em and he had Mitch's attention. Mitch approached him and I could see both men sizing each other up and the testosterone raging. They chatted for a bit and the jock sneered and flexed his pecs and then headed towards the back of the store as Mitch came up to tell me to watch the store for awhile. I knew the match was going to get some use and unfortunately I was not going to have a chance to watch. My heart pounded and my cock was hard as could be as I helped customers not wanting to wenting from behind the counter knowing what was going on in the back storeroom.

Forty minutes later the jock came through the back doors from the storeroom. You could see the exhaustion as he stumbled towards the front door. As he passed the counter I could see mat burns on his ears and the side of his face and had the look of defeat on his face. Mitch had showed him who the local muscle was. I just wish I could have seen what the victor got. Did Mitch get a blowjob or did he pound the muscle jocks ass? Ten minutes later Mitch came back into the store in a tee shirt that was stretched to the max after the muscle pumping match against the jock. His shoulders stood high and wide after his victory and his face had quite the glow. I later went back and inspected the wrestling mats that had no dust on them and the scent of muscle sweat on them. I jacked my load in a corner of the storage area.

A few weeks after that a nicely muscled older Latin man came in for some plywood. He was about 5'8 and weighed about 185. He had huge hairy legs and I saw him playfully feeling Mitch's biceps as both men secured the plywood to the truck. After the plywood was secure Mitch noticed no one was in the lumber yard and he flexed his big 17.25" gun so the man could view it in its full glory. His peak was impressive and the Latin man flexed a nice 16" gun back at Mitch. Mitch checked out the muscle and pointed to the storage room and I knew the match was on. After about ten minutes I had to see what was going on as pre-cum oozed from my cock.

I was able to break away from the counter for a minute and once I got to the storage area I quietly manouevered and got a glimpse of Mitch's python quads flexing into the burly Latin’s body. The Latin moaned loudly as Mitch's massive quads scissored him. Unfortunately I had to run back up the front of the store grabbing a box of tape to conceal my woody. Twenty minutes later I got another break to head out and check out the battle which I hoped was not over. I again quietly entered and found it was over and that Mitch had defeated the muscled Latin as he had him bent over doggy-style on the mats and was pounding his ass. Sweat dripped off his massive pecs as he grabbed the hips of the muscled Latin and plowed hard. I started stroking my cock and after a minute of watching shot my load. I hastily headed to the bathroom and cleaned up best I could and ran back into the store to customers that were impatiently waiting.

Mitch had regained his confidence as an alpha stud after his defeat by the trucker. I know he wondered if one day he would have another match against the muscled road warrior! Until then he would continue to hit the gym.